An even greater wave of violent bloodlust crashed onto Heinz. He could only grimace at that, but held his ground regardless. The madness-infused voice of Axel reached his ears, "You can really talk a lot of shit, can't you? Not knowing the limit, which should not be crossed…."
Heinz tilted his head and stated, "You misunderstand me, Axel Nomrad…."
"I'm not here to comfort you…"
"I'm not here to spar with you…"
"I'm not here to listen to your sad stories…"
"I'm simply here to hold an honest conversation…"
"Not that of the words, but with the sword…"
"So, pick up the damn sword, and fight me."
"Not with your mana…."
"Not with your strength…."
"Nor with your techniques…."
"But with your emotions…"
"Everything that you feel, pour it all into the sword, every single emotion you have, don't control, don't regulate it, just let it flow like a river."
"Don't be a fucking coward, and run from your wounds and show me…"
"Who you truly are underneath Axel Nomrad…."
